We had been talking about tease and denial of late. I don't think he truly understood until now just how much I had fantasized about someone playing with me and turning me on for so long that I would be left a dripping and desperate mess, begging for him to touch me or begging to cum. But that cat was out of the bag, and the mischievous side smile he gave when he looked down on my naked body told me that this was a side to his sadism that he was eager to explore. I was almost as scared as I was turned on.
It started with me laying on the king size bed in our hotel room, my naked body spread and just a little bit sweaty from our last romp. He was looking down at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and it started with small touches, me unable to look away from his face. He ran his hands down my sides, sliding one across my stomach as the other drifted down my thigh. I already wanted him to touch my pussy so badly, I could feel the lips rubbing together in all my wetness. He kneeled up next to my head and turned my face towards him, so I was confronted with his thick thigh and throbbing cock. My mouth immediately started to water, and I opened wide so he could push into my mouth. I closed my eyes as my lips locked around the head of his cock, it fitting perfectly into my mouth. I swirled the tongue around the sensitive underside, peaking just in time to see his head tip back and hear a groan escape his mouth. One hand wound itself into my soft curls, dragging me towards him, while the other pushed on my thighs none too gently. I opened them immediately, and could almost smell my juices the moment my cunt was exposed.
He slid his fingers through my lips at the same time that he pushed deeper into my mouth. I moaned happily as his index finger, slippery with my juices, rubbed back and forth over my clit. Just as I started to rock my hips up to meet his fingers he stopped.
"Focus on the cock in your mouth, I don't want to feel your head stop moving for anything." I look up at him and nod with my mouth full of his cock, rocking my head back and forth as much as I can from my sideways position, ignoring the awkward angle of my neck.
All of a sudden, his hand comes down onto my wet pussy and I jump, moaning and crying out around his cock. But I do my best and my mouth never stops moving. He begins to rhythmically slap my pussy, and my clit throbs and jumps with each one. Sometimes I wonder if he could make me cum just by slapping me with a hand covered in my own juices.
Eventually, after who knows how long, he slides his hand up my stomach, leaving a slightly glistening trail of wetness up from my pussy lips. He cups one breast in his hand, squeezing it between his fingers. He rolls my nipples back and forth, switching from one breast to the other again and again until they are standing up straight. The other hand remains on the back of my head, pushing me into the bed a little as he picks up the pace. His cock is pushing against the back of my throat with each thrust, but it's not possible for him to go all the way down from this angle.
He growls low in his throat, clearly upset that he can't fuck my face in the manner that he wants to. He pulls out of my mouth, a trail of spit following his hard shaft as it leaves my mouth. I look up at him again, trying to anticipate his next move. He swings me around by the arms until my head falls off the edge of the bed. I just let it happen, knowing what he wants of me. I relax my throat and open my mouth once more, my legs falling open, displaying my wet pussy once again. His focus is still on my breasts however, and the fact that he can now push into my very open throat. I try to take little breaths as he fucks in and out of my hole, faster and faster, deep in my throat each time.
I don't start to gag until he starts slapping my tits at the same time as he fucks my face. Each slap makes me flinch and cry out, the sound rippling up his cock as he lodges it in my throat. One particularly well placed slap against my nipple takes the little breath that was in my lungs right out, and I would have screamed if I were able to. I can tell he likes this, as he speeds up even more, impossibly so. I think he is going to cum in my mouth, but at the last moment he pushes me back up on the bed and kneels by my face again, stroking his cock furiously. It's all I can do to watch his hand moving up and down the cock that was made slick from my hungry mouth.
"Close your eyes," he pants out to me. I know he's remembering the time he shot in my eye, which ended up red and stingy for hours after. I appreciate that he lets me avoid that this time. Moments after I close my eyes I feel the tip of his cock at my lips, and I stick my tongue out to tease the head as he strokes himself. I can feel the edges of his fingers brushing up against my face each time he reaches the tip. My soft tongue and his hand is too much for him and he starts to cum, the warm jets reaching across my lips, my cheeks, my nose. I can hear his groans, so sexy as he paints my face with his cum. He places his other hand on the headboard, leaning forward as he pants, stroking his cock against my bottom lip, letting me lick the last bit of cum out of the tip.
"Clean your face up with your finger, I want to see that cum in your mouth," he demands. I rush to comply, pushing the cum down my cheek with my index finger, into my mouth. I do the same for each part of my face that I can feel his cum, before I slide my finger into my mouth and clean that off too. My skin stills feels tight from his cum beginning to dry on me, a reminder of what he did that makes my cheeks automatically heat.
All of this was just part of the tease. Yes, he loves to use my mouth to make himself get off, but he also knows how hot his cock in my mouth makes me. And feeling him cum. I'm positively soaked by now, my hips rocking back and forth, wishing that I could pull some sort of friction from the air. It's worse when he doesn't have my hands tied. I would be able touch, want to stroke my clit so badly while he used my face, but of course I don't dare. If he wanted that, he would be touching me. Or at least told me to do it.
Now that he has cum, he puts his focus completely on me once again. My thighs start to tremble just thinking about it. He spreads my legs wide and lays between them, his face close to my pussy. But I know it won't be that easy. The gleam in his eyes tells me that. He trails his fingers up the outside of my legs, leaving goosebumps all the way from my knees to my hips. He places his whole hand over my pussy and just pushes down, grabbing my lips and cupping my pussy roughly. It's so possessive and my pussy is so incredibly slick, I can't help the wanton moaning that I hear myself making.
He tells me again and again that he could spend all day between my legs. Now I think he just might prove it. He uses both hands to spread my cunt wide and I moan, the cool air of the room working against the heat that is coming from every part of my body. He blows gently, moving from my hole to my clit. I gasp and thrust my hips up involuntarily, knowing that tongue that I love so much is so close to being buried between my lips. Gently, too gently, he strokes inside my lips, just hovering around my clit, again and again he passes it by. He is driving me crazy, making me grip the bedsheets in my hands tight enough to make my knuckles white and cramping.
All at once he is gone. And I can't help but whimper. I had thought I was getting closer to exactly what I was desperate for, and now it seemed so far away.
I can see him smile as I watch him over my heaving breasts. He's got the clover clamps in his hand. I start panting at the sight of them. I just can't help myself. On my nipples those things are the devil, they make me cry and sob just moments after he places them on. My pussy however, is an entirely different story. He pulls one lip up, stretching it out before gently letting the clamp down. I arch my back and my breath hisses out between my teeth at the purest mixture of pleasure and pain. He repeats the process on the other side, and then uses the clamps to hold my pussy wide. This keeps the pressure on my wet lips while holding me open. I know my clit is stiff and sticking out, just begging for attention while my pussy weeps in desperation.
"Please..." I whimper out, pushing my hips towards him, pulling against the clamps of my own free will. He finally grants my request and swirls his tongue around my little bud. I go completely rigid at the first contact. It feels beyond amazing. All the teasing and touching has worked me past the point of desperation and into the space where everything combines into sensory overload and I can no longer tell the ceiling from the pillows. I can't tell if its my hands grabbing at the sheets or my breasts. I don't know the noises that are coming out of my mouth. My entire world is focused on his warm breath and soft tongue as it dances around my pussy, dipping lower occasionally to slide into my depths.